September Rose

From the first moment I listened to our Tanya sing “The Rose and the Butterfly” I knew that a painting would be nurtured by it. Every melodic word seemed to echo my feelings for our beloved rose garden. It is truly a place to linger. A place to be with Whitney Rose and follow the unpredictable path of a butterfly. A place where I stop and fall in love with our home all over again. A place where my heart is strangely silent, as the sunset fades over September blooms.